[Intro - Female] (Upbeat 106 BPM hip-hop soul bounce, syncopated bass, crisp snare, clipped funk guitar) Yeah... My girls are waiting at the table downstairs. And you're calling me right now? Boy, you got terrible timing... but I like it. [Verse 1 - Female] Hair done, heels on, standing by the door, Five minutes away from stepping to the floor. My phone starts buzzing, glowing in my clutch, I answer thinking it’s a quick little touch. You say you're around the corner, got an hour to spare, Asking if you can come up and mess up my hair. I’m looking at the clock, then looking at the glass, Knowing if I let you in, time is gonna pass. You got that smooth talk, making me hesitate, Trying to turn my Friday night into a late date. [Pre-Chorus - Female] I’m supposed to be at the lounge by nine, Having a drink with these friends of mine. You’re knocking on the door with that crooked smile, Asking if you can just stay for a while. [Chorus - Female] Boy, you’re bad for the schedule, terrible for my time, Always popping up when I’m trying to hit my stride. I got a whole night planned out in the city, Now I’m standing in the hallway looking way too pretty. Yeah, you’re bad for the schedule, pulling on my waist, Making me slow down when I’m in a rush pace. I ain't canceling my night, but I’ll give you ten, Don't be getting comfortable, thinking that you win! [Verse 2 - Female] You lean against the counter, taking off your coat, Knowing you’re pushing every boundary I wrote. You pour two fingers of liquid in a glass, Saying, "Take a breath, baby, let the evening pass." I tell you that my cab is sitting down below, You slide your hands down low, saying "Let it go." You’re distracting, boy, you’re a sweet little trap, Trying to put your own map on top of my map. I like your attention, yeah, the chemistry is tight, But you ain't taking over the rest of my night. [Pre-Chorus - Female] I’m supposed to be at the lounge by nine, Having a drink with these friends of mine. You’re knocking on the door with that crooked smile, Asking if you can just stay for a while. [Chorus - Female] Boy, you’re bad for the schedule, terrible for my time, Always popping up when I’m trying to hit my stride. I got a whole night planned out in the city, Now I’m standing in the hallway looking way too pretty. Yeah, you’re bad for the schedule, pulling on my waist, Making me slow down when I’m in a rush pace. I ain't canceling my night, but I’ll give you ten, Don't be getting comfortable, thinking that you win! [Bridge - Female] Now don't get it twisted, I love when you swing by, The way you look at me with those heavy brown eyes. If it was any other night, I’d lock the front door, And give you everything that you’re asking me for. But priority one is the plans that I made... You’re just a sweet detour along the parade. [Final Chorus - Female] Boy, you’re bad for the schedule (bad for my time, baby!), terrible for my time, Always popping up when I’m trying to hit my stride (trying to hit my stride). I got a whole night planned out in the city, Now I’m standing in the hallway looking way too pretty. Yeah, you’re bad for the schedule (yeah, yeah!), pulling on my waist, Making me slow down when I’m in a rush pace. I ain't canceling my night, but I’ll give you ten, Don't be getting comfortable, thinking that you win! [Outro - Female] Ten minutes are up, baby. Grab your coat. I'm walking out right behind you. No Strings Attached.
